[Intro]
(BasedKash drippin' sauce)
[Verse 1: Rody ABM & King Von]
When we pop out, yeah, we pop out with them sticks (Pop out with them sticks)
When John pull up (Huh, what?), you know he ain't gon' miss (No, we ain't gon' miss)
TDog shot (Huh, what?), and then you know he with the shits (Boom, boom)
I'm from the field, yeah (Yeah, yeah), you know we gettin' them racks (You know we gettin' them racks)
Von catch 'em lackin', it's gon' be a wrap (It's gon' be a wrap)
I'm goin' crazy (Huh, what?), now lil' bitch talm' bout I'm next (Bitch talm' bout I'm next)
This tee Balenciaga (Yeah), I spent about a stack (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck me now (Huh, what?), she know I got a sack (Von, Von)
[Verse 2: King Von & Rody ABM]
See, I won't sweat 'em (Nah, I won't sweat 'em)
And I been lookin' for that boy, I bet I'll catch him (I bet I'll catch him)
I see that nigga bitin' his tongue (Huh, what?), I think he special (I think he special)
And he done ran from me so much, gave him the metal (Gave him the what?)
My bullets nailed him (Boom, boom)
See, I'm a thirsty nigga (I be thirsty)
I pop out 'cause broad day, boy, I be lurkin', nigga (I be lurkin')
I keep a smile up on my face, 'cause I be smirkin', nigga (Boy, I be smirkin')
And if it's 20 on his head, then it's worth it, nigga (Boom)
You deserved it, nigga (Rody, bitch)
[Verse 3: Rody ABM]
We ran up on them niggas and get to fuckin' bussin' (Get to bussin')
My niggas scorin', you know we ain't doin' no missin' (Missin' nothin')
We caught him lackin', then we put him on a stretcher (Blahh)
It's 20 on his head, they can't wait 'til they catch him (Boom, boom, boom)
They're in them trucks, and they're ridin' with them hammers (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
I'm talkin' 30's, 50's, MAC's and Berettas (Bitch, we got 'em)
Ridin' 'round lookin' for the opposition (Opposition)
And when they see the opps, it's gonna be a killin' (A fuckin' killin')
(BasedKash drippin' sauce)
[Verse 1: Rody ABM & King Von]
When we pop out, yeah, we pop out with them sticks (Pop out with them sticks)
When John pull up (Huh, what?), you know he ain't gon' miss (No, we ain't gon' miss)
TDog shot (Huh, what?), and then you know he with the shits (Boom, boom)
I'm from the field, yeah (Yeah, yeah), you know we gettin' them racks (You know we gettin' them racks)
Von catch 'em lackin', it's gon' be a wrap (It's gon' be a wrap)
I'm goin' crazy (Huh, what?), now lil' bitch talm' bout I'm next (Bitch talm' bout I'm next)
This tee Balenciaga (Yeah), I spent about a stack (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck me now (Huh, what?), she know I got a sack (Von, Von)
[Verse 2: King Von & Rody ABM]
See, I won't sweat 'em (Nah, I won't sweat 'em)
And I been lookin' for that boy, I bet I'll catch him (I bet I'll catch him)
I see that nigga bitin' his tongue (Huh, what?), I think he special (I think he special)
And he done ran from me so much, gave him the metal (Gave him the what?)
My bullets nailed him (Boom, boom)
See, I'm a thirsty nigga (I be thirsty)
I pop out 'cause broad day, boy, I be lurkin', nigga (I be lurkin')
I keep a smile up on my face, 'cause I be smirkin', nigga (Boy, I be smirkin')
And if it's 20 on his head, then it's worth it, nigga (Boom)
You deserved it, nigga (Rody, bitch)
[Verse 3: Rody ABM]
We ran up on them niggas and get to fuckin' bussin' (Get to bussin')
My niggas scorin', you know we ain't doin' no missin' (Missin' nothin')
We caught him lackin', then we put him on a stretcher (Blahh)
It's 20 on his head, they can't wait 'til they catch him (Boom, boom, boom)
They're in them trucks, and they're ridin' with them hammers (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
I'm talkin' 30's, 50's, MAC's and Berettas (Bitch, we got 'em)
Ridin' 'round lookin' for the opposition (Opposition)
And when they see the opps, it's gonna be a killin' (A fuckin' killin')
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